Their unexpected act of kindness caught
me by surprise,
lifted my
sinking
heart.
JDG
The Mix
The crunch of gravel,
the coo of dove, the caw of crow –
Monday morning melody.
JDG
Watching The Watcher
Seeking nothing, not
permission or argument,
she simply observes.
Creating will come later.
For now she watches,
open to whatever comes,
knowing something always does.
JDG
Morning Performance
Hanging by a thread,
that brown leaf danced its last dance –
an autumn ballet.
JDG
What Toby Digs
Toby pawed the ground,
digging for something
only he sensed was there.
He wasn’t dismayed
when he found nothing.
The joy was in the digging.
JDG
Coming Attractions
As Thursday slides toward
Friday, anticipation
grows – Fall Break is near.
JDG
What Awaits
It’s not always safe
to be drawn to the light as
that moth learned when he
met the cat, yet maybe for
a few moments he found joy.
JDG
Breaking The Trance
Toby sits and looks at me,
dogged and reproachfully.
“Why stare glumly at that screen?
We could be walking, sniffing
the ground. The birds are calling
and even the deer.
Come on lady, walk with me.”
“Not now,” I say and then I thought
“If not now, when? If not you, who? “
Thus I woke up and we walked.
JDG
Cherishing
A weekend with friends,
a union of hearts,
honoring beginnings
and endings
and all that lies between.
JDG
Simply Me
The wannabe butterfly
fancies flitting among the trees
but doesn’t fancy the dissolving
metamorphosis brings,
so I choose a grounded pleasure
watching others play
among the swaying branches
and the dancing leaves.
JDG
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